The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

This person in front of me...

Following the 'big sister', one of the culprits who harmed the Empress Taichu, Taishi, and Taiji worlds!

The third among the Nine Supremes, the original general of the Divine Kingdom in the early days, the running dog of the Eternal God King, the Xeon who killed countless creatures!

Envy!

Without any extra words, Yang Jian clenched his left fist and rushed out towards Xian Kong crazily.

He jumped up high and smashed with a single shot.

Xiankong, who always had a gentle smile on his face, now had a more ruthless face, his hands glowed brightly, and the ice blue jelly grass stretched out a few young leaves behind him, hanging down from his head, like two vertical shields in front of him.

Two overlapping forces!

boom!

Yang Jian's shot was directly stopped by the seemingly illusory fairy grass. The fairy grass trembled slightly, and there were eight rays of light shining on it, but in a blink of an eye it returned to green light again.

Under the fairy grass, the young man in blue raised his hand lightly, and the fairy grass parted, and Yang Jian's body that was blown away just appeared in front of him.

A seemingly light palm was printed on Yang Jian's chest, but in the void behind Yang Jian, a palm print that looked like a black dragon's claw appeared!

Yang Jian's figure flew upside down faster than he charged forward, smashing the phantom of the palm print, and almost flew out of the absolute wind belt.

Supporting his chest, he sprayed a mouthful of blood and wiped his mouth casually. Yang Jian stood up slowly in the void, and the fighting spirit in his eyes remained undiminished.

The depression in his chest was gradually bulging, and the two golden shields that were shattered at that moment condensed again, surrounding him non-stop.

The Ice Blue Immortal Grass is only more than ten feet high, with eight branches and leaves fluttering gently, and the eight avenues contained on it seem to be connected with each other, and seem to be integrated as one.

This kind of master who has lived for an unknown period of time is comparable to Dubi and the contemporaries of the Eternal Kingdom of God, if not the Fifth Xeon.

However, under the ice-blue jelly grass, Xiankong walked out slowly with unhurried steps, his eyes were indifferent, his manner was elegant, but there was a majesty that people couldn't look directly at.

And listen to the words of his mouth:

"The sublimation of the extreme path, stepping into the strongest realm, one avenue should be the undefeated golden body after perfection, and the other avenue seems to be quite a clever way of cultivating the body."

"Those who are pushed into the strongest realm by the Dao are actually slaves of the Dao, and only those like you and me who step into the strongest realm by themselves are the masters of the Dao."

"You have already stepped into this realm and completed the sublimation and condensation of the Tao on your own. The future is limitless. Yang Jian, right? Donate a wisp of soul to serve me, and I will spare you today."

Yang Jian lowered his head and quenched a mouthful of blood foam, then charged forward again, leaving a series of afterimages in the nothingness.

Xian Kong shook his head and sneered, with his left hand behind his back, his right hand just snapped his fingers in the direction Yang Jian was rushing towards...

Snapped!

The eight blades of grass swayed gently, and huge dragon-claw-shaped palms emerged out of nowhere, directly stopping Yang Jian's almost blurred figure!

After a few collisions, the void trembled again. It seemed that there was an invisible wall beyond this nothingness, which was constantly being hit.

However, Yang Jian's figure flew out again.

The thousands of huge palm shadows overlapped and staggered continuously, but they did not interfere with each other at all. They appeared almost at the same time, but there seemed to be a slight deviation.

Yang Jian speared like a dragon, but he could barely resist the attack of these palm shadows, and he had to retreat quickly to avoid being seriously injured by the opponent.

This gap in strength is far from being able to make up for the advantages and disadvantages of martial arts.

On the contrary, when it comes to skills, Taoism, and understanding of the Dao, Xian Kong is definitely above Yang Jian; Yang Jian can't find any advantage in front of this person.

"If you are willing to seek refuge, His Highness should be very happy. Now that His Majesty is about to recover, it is time to employ someone..."

The power of Xiankong's finger snapping was finally 'exhausted', and his warm voice floated again.

"roll."

Yang Jian gave a clear answer, Xian Kong nodded lightly, and said: "In this case, I can only destroy you here, but unfortunately, His Highness's order can never be disobeyed."

Your Highness?

Everyone else called the woman in white the eldest sister, why did this guy call her His Highness?

Yang Jian just had a little doubt in his heart, but then his heart became peaceful, his eyes burned with fighting spirit, and red lights appeared around his body.

burning blood.

In the universe inside the body, Daoist Yuding and Yunxiao raised their hands almost at the same time, making a motion of pushing forward.

And behind Yang Jian's figure, a square tripod and a cloud belt slowly accompanied the sword, shield and Chaos Clock Xuying.

Yang Jian's own aura suddenly rose again, but there was also a little sense of fullness coming from all over his mysterious body.

"It's just a waste of effort," Xian Kong sneered, and with a light wave of his right hand, the shadow of the boundless palm blasted towards Yang Jian again.

"rise!"

Yang Jian reprimanded lightly, the Chaos Clock buzzed, and his figure disappeared with almost a shake.

The smile on the corner of Xiankong's mouth became more and more intense, as if he was teasing his prey. The palms all over the sky kept grabbing, chopping, pushing, and chopping at the void. Yang Jian's figure occasionally appeared, and he couldn't escape Xiankong's lock at all.

However, Yang Jian still detoured to a position closer to Xian Kong at this time.

Two overlapping forces!

"This supernatural power is quite interesting."

There was a little thought in Xiankong's eyes.

It may be because Yang Jian's supernatural power has always been used at the second level, which is relatively 'low', while Dubi used to start with the fourth level as soon as he made a move, so Xiankong has no impression, but he feels that the divine channel rhyme is somewhat familiar.

Suddenly, a cold light appeared in the nothingness on the side, and countless gun shadows swept over, like a flood from the Milky Way!

The ice blue jelly grass behind Xiankong swayed slightly, and this time four leaves fell down, stopping all the gun shadows from the sky.

But the aftermath of the shock also temporarily affected Xian Kong's lock on Yang Jian.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yang Jian rushed towards Xiankong!

After the ice blue fairy leaf, Xiankong sneered a little, his left hand was still behind his back, his right hand raised his sword fingers together, and there were a few simple to complex array patterns shining brightly on the glove.

The flow of time around Yang Jian seemed to freeze in an instant.

Just around Yang Jian, within a sphere with a radius of 100 feet, sky blue vortices appeared in the void.

In the middle of the vortex, one after another black giant swords were slowly poked out, and Yang Jian was at the point pointed by the tips of these giant swords.

What's more terrible is that Yang Jian was entangled by an invisible dao rhyme at this time, except for his eyes that could barely shake, he couldn't move himself!

"It's over, young man."

Xiankong spread his five fingers, and lightly closed his fists together.

In an instant, hundreds of giant swords smashed at Yang Jian, and it seemed that Yang Jian's figure was directly shattered in the next scene.

'It's over, young man. '

Xian Kong's expression suddenly trembled, this familiar voice, with a slightly mocking tone, seemed to resurface the biggest nightmare in his heart!

This is the words he heard when he was defeated by Dubi and was instantly killed by Dubi. It was also the only obstacle that prevented him from stepping into the Nine Dao after he awakened, and it became his oral words when he killed some masters.

At this moment, right here, he seemed to hear the same sound again...

In the blink of an eye, Xiankong didn't notice the slightly shining single sword mark on Yang Jian's palm.

Yang Jian's figure suddenly moved forward three inches, which is the fatal three inches, allowing Yang Jian to get rid of the suppression of Xiankong Dao in an instant, and his figure moved forward at a high speed.

The black swords collided, the void was turbulent, and the wind belt that broke the universe spread outward again for thousands of miles.

And Yang Jian's figure didn't stop at all, taking advantage of Xiankong's momentary trance, he finally rushed to the vicinity of the ice blue fairy grass!

This fairy grass is Xiankong's Dao Ninghua!

Behind Yang Jian, the cloud turned into air swords, but the small cauldron directly projected a huge cauldron that was ten thousand feet high and suppressed it against the ice blue fairy grass.

Xiankong frowned slightly at this time, and waved his palm, as if trying to drive away flies, trying to drive Yang Jian away.

"green!"

Yang Jian let out a low shout, the jade pendant around his waist shook slightly, a figure appeared behind him, with bare hands open, six phantoms appeared around Xiankong, standing with him on a bloody reincarnation disk!

Xiankong frowned even deeper, and the six phantoms waved their palms at the same time, directly fixing Xiankong in place.

Although it was only for a short moment, and even though Qingqing had already been injured by Xiankong's avenue, at this moment, she still blocked all escape routes for Xiankong!

Yang Jian himself didn't hesitate, and with the blessing of the Chaos Clock, he took a breath!

Triple overlap!

Left, front, right, and back, Yang Jian's figure seemed to be divided into three parts, and then quickly turned into three parts.

The snow-white sharp gun flashed with light, and the gun body clanged, and the powerful force penetrated the gun body. Yang Jian's long hair kept fluttering, and the roar that seemed to come from the primordial spirit was actually a catharsis of this power!

Three overlapping forces, four times the limit!

Xian Kong's eyes suddenly widened, like a mortal's face turned pale when he saw a ghost.

"Cross!"

Before he could finish his sentence, his figure was tightly wrapped by the ice blue fairy grass, but the seemingly indestructible fairy grass leaves melted like ice and snow under Yang Jian's spear point!

Hum——

The strong light burst out violently, and the Fifth Xeon who had stood up behind was shocked, but at this time he was already in shape and rushed forward to come to the rescue.

Yang Jian couldn't tell how effective his shot was, because in the void ahead, something that shouldn't exist but did exist seemed to be broken, and all the avenues became extremely pale for a moment.

Peng!

Yang Jian only felt a huge counter-shock force coming, and he couldn't resist the counter-shock at all, so he flew out backwards with a three-pointed and two-edged gun.

Qingqing hurried forward to catch Yang Jian, but Yang Jian's complexion changed, before he could dodge in time, he directly knocked Qingqing into the air together.

On the contrary, Qingqing was almost knocked into a coma by his direct hit, and was seriously injured and unable to fight anymore.

The strength gap is too big.